Poetry
Jeanna Stegman
Boulders or She Has Rocks In Her Head
My grandmother likes to play with rocks.
Crystals, amethyst, rose quartz and what not.
Scooping them up and tossing them like dice
To bounce atop her well kept bed.
My cousin--well she thinks this is artistic,
Avant garde
My cousin also drinks methadone marmalade
And believes lying men are good lovers.
...and we all want to play jacks
with the pretty stones.
Jagged or smooth--well worn and hidden,
I love her beauty
But hate her words...
